Blackout

The candle licks the air

No breeze, just still, hot and sticky

It's so silent that I can hear my cat purr and my ears ring

My drink is warm and my stomach, rumbling,

but I love the flickering of the last and single light,

A love only I can appreciate in this quiet house with no children to interrupt or anyone else to spoil

this little piece of peace.

Reviews

[Relic]

I recall a similar feeling the last time we had a blackout. You caught the feeling well here.